Written, arranged, produced and performed by Adam Donen
Co-produced by Tom Dewey
Engineered by Robert Harder

Immortality

You carved out my name on a steel cigarette case;
I carved out my head on an old double bed.
What truths and what hopes and what memories bled
Through the charge sheets that long passed for songs…

You stabbing at my side as I settled to sleep:
Like a season I rose from that yearly defeat –
Seasons are swift, and soon I'll see you bleed.

Did I spit in your face? Did I kiss you goodbye
As your laughter like blood would once fall from the sky
To drench entire towns? I miss those times.

Yes, our history's short as its shadow is wide.
Though we're lost, broken branches, my season's arrived:
I will wait in the woods with a thorn for your side, dear.

So cling to the kerb for not even the birds
Speak of freedom and freedom is not free from words
And as thunderclouds yearn for the sun,
My Icarus tongue is burned numb,
So you say where we run.

Yes, this is the shoreline; there, once, was the beach
And those were the faces you made in your sleep.
The waterfront is bustling again.

Did we miss the boat only or were we complicit
In the slow steady murder of tides by the river?
Come roll back the months, honey, sit back and shiver,
For now we distribute the blame.

"No blame," said the I-Ching. "Too late!" cried the cut-up.
Our hopes though all realized were never enough to
Escape from the cusp of the heaven we thought that we sought;
Now this is the prison we've wrought.
Yes, this is a prison, of course:

Trapped each in our borders
With nothing before us
Just dead waters calling,
The same pools as always
But oarmen are
falling like
years.

Here these tears pitch my tent.

* - * - *

Now too close for comfort but too far to deceive you
I submit my remit was always to leave you
Behind as yours was to leave me. I know you agree.

So cling to the kerb for not even the birds
Speak of freedom and freedom is not free from words
And as thunderclouds yearn for the sun,
My Icarus tongue is burned numb,
So you say where we run.

Adam Donen - Immortality

Written, arranged, produced and performed by Adam Donen
Co-produced by Tom Dewey
Engineered by Robert Harder

Lullaby for Kaiya

Who claws at the heavens shall be plunged to the depths;
What Edens erupted each second we shared...
Weeds smother the garden: my idiot friends
Fill the room when all that I want here is you.

Too cynical both to have promised forevers,
You'll grow old by the Heath with three cats and a lover
And I with another, for that's life, and that's life,
But there's nothing I'd not give to have you here now.

Our bedside carnations, ever brighter they bloom
While the room around crumbles to dorian hues:
You know well as I, honey, which of the two
I'll be doing each day in the absence of you.

Did a murder of silences leapfrog the months,
Descend in an arrow upon wither we've come -
To the grey swamps of history into which you plunge?
Through them I'll follow if only I may.

Days blacken the sky till no smile's left asunder;
God gives with one hand what Life takes with the other.
For naturally the bullet must come from His brother;
I'd not mind if only you were here with me now.

As the distance from Valentine's Day through to March;
As the price of each smile is two tears once it's passed;
As often as you said we were born of one heart;
As foolish as I was to've imagined it so…

Adam Donen - Lullaby for Kaiya

Written, arranged, produced and performed by Adam Donen
Co-produced by Tom Dewey
Engineered by Robert Harder

Tomorrow's Gone

The hells of Christmas freeze midchime
On the burned out decade that once was mine
The well is deep and O I know it well, well, well

The bird of youth grew fat in its cage
And lived and died on its facebook page
While students fucked it, plucked its feathers and famously flew away

To pastures green that they turned black
You flew with them, I remember that
Now tomorrow's gone and it's not coming back
Tomorrow's gone and it's not coming back
Tomorrows gone and it's not coming back

We seldom ever saw ourselves
Still less did we foresee our cells
We're all-in now, and each with our own hell to sell

Ah, once I could do hell so well,
But I like you grew to love my cell
And love myself, and you, and oh well well well

Come stand before the mace of facts
In tears and years grown poker black
Tomorrow's gone and it's not coming back
Tomorrow's gone and it's not coming back
Tomorrow's gone and it's not coming back

So I'll come to you in the sigh of an hour
There's no-one else around now
All who've passed this way have passed into their places

And it wasn't just the one grey year
There was no holocaust of words
Silent heartaches fester and it's been so very long

And now tomorrow's gone

Adam Donen - Tomorrow's Gone

Written, arranged, produced and performed by Adam Donen
Co-produced by Tom Dewey
Engineered by Robert Harder
Featuring Gwyneth Herbert

Stumble On

The horse has lost its one good eye;
The clocks have lost their measure.
Two paths emerge from the foot of the axe:
You will walk your path forever.

Wheezing gospels of hollow words
Adorn the fevers of tongues with ears
On the blackened plains where the forked stones spit
Out the arms of your pampered ideas.

So cry or try to fly or flee
Or stumble on in the dust with me
But when you don't I'll stumble on alone.

Words whistle unheard through the jubilee years
And whistle unheard through the fallow;
They will rage and rage for a thousand years,
But none shall ever hear:
As you never heard before.

So cry or try to fly or flee
Or stumble on in the dust with me
But when you don't I'll stumble on alone.

May tomorrow emerge from a conjurer's hat;
Like a robin may it whistle and pose;
Crows feet cover up every inch of your pretty little
Eyes till they flutter no more.

Oh spring will come, yes spring will come
Yes spring will come, then spring will come
Each day is longer - spring will surely come...